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Every week when I was at the contractor's office, I tried to at least catch a glimpse of Sonya, usually as she was leaving the meeting that was before mine. We'd sat in plenty of meetings together early in the project, so I'd had plenty of opportunity to check her out and I definitely missed that. She might not be somebody that every guy would drool over, but she certainly got plenty of attention. She worked for a contractor, so she was tough and she was fit with sandy-blonde hair and a really nice set of tits on her thin frame. It was interesting because sometimes you barely realized what a rack she had and other times it was like she was putting those babies out on display. On those days, I had to be particularly careful not to get distracted and end up staring. So far, I think I'd done pretty well.
"Hey, how come you blew off our happy hour?" she asked as we were passing between meetings one Wednesday morning.
"You mean the one last Friday?" I asked, "That'd be because I found out about it yesterday."
"Well make sure you show up this week, then," she replied, as she went on her way, "No excuses."
Naturally I made sure that my calendar was open on Friday evening, not only because she'd personally invited me, but also because I'd never had the opportunity to socialize with her outside of work. I was curious to see if she was a flirt and, if so, who with, especially in front of her coworkers. I would absolutely have had no qualms if it ended up being me but I wasn't holding my breath. As it turned out, she was friendly but not very flirtatious and she wasn't really drinking so there was no expectation of alcohol causing things to change. I had a nice time talking to her about things other than the job, though, and we realized that we lived in the same general area. I'd had a few drinks because I'd been planning to take the light rail home but I was also careful not to let the alcohol allow me to say or do anything stupid.
Around the time I was starting to think about hitting the road, Sonya tracked me down.
"Hey, I was getting ready to head out of here and I thought maybe I could give you a ride," she said.
"Yeah, that'd be great," I replied, "Let me just hit the bathroom first."
"I'll tell you what," she said, "so that it doesn't look like we're leaving together, why don't I go get my truck and I'll pick you up around the corner?"
I was cool with that because I imagine her coworkers would give her some shit even if we just happened to walk out the door at the same time. I went and took a leak then grabbed my things and headed out the door. She was idling at the curb around the corner in what was clearly her work truck so I hopped in, noting the bench front seat.
"They don't make trucks like this anymore, do they?" I mentioned.
"That's why I hang onto her," Sonya replied, "She can take a beating on the job site and she isn't full of electronic toys and storage bins and multiple cup holders."
"No school like the old school," I said, "How long have you had her?"
"Long enough to perfect this move," she replied as she took a turn that sent me sliding across the bench front seat until I was right next to her, "Hi!"
"Hi," I responded, not sure if I should move back to where I'd been or if she wanted me right next to her, "You use that move much?"
"I only use it when I mean it," she stated then turned her head to face me since we'd stopped at a traffic light. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment before I felt like it was safe to go for a kiss. Turned out it was and it was so well received that we got honked at when the light turned green and we were still kissing. We both laughed as she started driving and when I dropped my hand onto her knee and gave it a squeeze, she slid it to her upper thigh.